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1. I had two goldfish instead of just my IRL goldie, Aristotle. The second one was named Socrates. Socrates mysteriously dies, and Aristotle begins exhibiting the same symptoms. I then have a false-awakening, and note that 'Stotle is still okay, and Soc never existed. Aristotle grows bigger and bigger and turns into an Orca. Someone makes me a saddle and harness for him, and I learn that I can ride (and even fly) on my goldfish-turned-whale friend. Then there's something about a mall, a chandelier, and a shoot-em-up game gone awry.

2. Intimate time with The Boss from MGS3. Woke up in the middle of the dream.

3. During a barbecue party, my older brother accidentally summons an Elder Horror, and everyone gets dragged to an alternate dimension to be said horror's minions. New recruits look like anthropomorphic cherries, and get kicked around a lot. There are rules about what we can say or do, restrictions on leisure time (such as players only getting two turns at pool and then the game is over), and weightlifting sessions are mandatory. Aside from this, however, it's not so bad. Once we get promoted, we go back to our regular form, and the higher-ups are less strict. Procedure in the weight-room, however, gets a bit weirder - every day, someone different gets kicked out of the room, until it's just myself and a few others... including, oddly enough, Anthony Head, to whom I - against better judgment, hey it's dream logic - proclaim my fangirlness and end up hugging him. Then there's some subplot about a guy who manages to escape by turning into a dog.


(So I guess the moral of the story is, it's not so bad being the minion of an Elder Horror, so long as I get to hug my favorite actor in the end?)

Before I completely forget this one from Monday night, I may as well use it to inaugurate the new journal.

At some unusual state park sort of place, there's a stable I have to stay in for the night where this creepy guy keeps a weird creature that is a bit of a cross between a pig and a giraffe. I can't resist petting the critter, and it acts nicely for part of the night, but it soon starts nibbling at my hand and further up my arm until I realize the guy was using my fondness of petting animals in order to kill me. Luckily, I get away with just a few scars on my arm (which remain throughout the dream) instead. I end up killing the guy, tearing him into three pieces with my bare hands, and scattering the parts.

At the same time, I can sort of see from the perspective of the police beginning to search (sort of like changing scenes on a television show). I know they'll soon discover the body (or the parts thereof), and I don't want to leave tracks in the thick snow piled around the park, so I begin my escape by jumping into a river and following it downstream a ways until I reach a bridge. Then I start running through the snow on all fours, always barely one step ahead of the police.

During my escape, I hide in snowpiles, assume various guises such as attempting to appear left-handed when I ride horses, take a bus out of the state, and for some reason solve an anime jigsaw puzzle in a locker room. The last place I remember hiding is behind a sign on a grassy, sunny hill near a mental health facility. I curl up with a stuffed animal and bite my thumbnail, acting as though I were a small, terrified child. Staff from the facility find me, and I get taken inside to be treated as a patient.

That's about all I remember before I had to be woken up to run errands. This dream seems to contain another instance of being unable to shake pursuers no matter how elaborate my escape is, as well as another instance of running on all fours.